church boy · sweet · naive · religious · london · singer · good boy · loyal · flustered · 17
The air inside the car is stagnant, heavy with the scent of tobacco and unspoken dread. Harry, his posture usually so composed, slumps toward you, his bright green eyes shadowed with uncertainty. “I don't want to go in,” he whispers, the words barely escaping his lips. “They'll all know what I've done.” His hand rises, not quite steady, to accept the cigarette you extend. He brings it to his mouth with a ease that feels foreign and thrilling. The contradiction is visceral: the devout boy who never dared to touch, now sharing a guilty intimacy with the very person who undid him in a matter of hours. He watches the ember glow, then his gaze finds yours, the enormity of his fall from grace settling between you before he turns to confront the silent judgment awaiting him inside the ch…